You might remember that there was a fairly stupid review of Brixton Village's Honest Burgers in this space. Well, thanks to the volume of snarky comments/e-mails/Twitter DMs I received, it was taken down - I've kinda got better things to do than to reply to people who, amongst other things, called me "smarmy & condescending" and "seriously uncool" - I'm not uncool, just ask my mum.
I decided to go back. One of the complaints levelled at the previous review was that I had 'ambushed' Honest Burgers on their third day of trading so I thought heading back when they've had a good month at least to bed in and hone their craft seemed fair. So the return leg started well, the staff are still very nice and they've done some seriously fine work with the limited space afforded to them. I had previously moaned about the lack of pickles on my hamburger, so the Honest Burger - a mature cheddar (I know, I know) and smoked bacon topped creation - which prominently states the inclusion of pickles was swiftly ordered. It arrived. Why do I have a knife? I don't know. The damned thing is in a bowl and even if I wanted to cut it in half it would be pretty tough considering this is a fucking butter knife. Anyways, the first sign of pressure on the bun and it began to collapse.